Tag Archives: humor

He can let go of some things.

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When we moved to this house in 2002, the woodshed was half filled with logs. Since we have a fireplace, we burn a few now and then for ambience… but since we don’t use it as a heat source we never really put a dent in the huge stack.

Over the years (Decades. Damn, I’m getting old!) my husband has cut and split trees on our property and dutifully stacked them in the already full shed.

It’s only recently that he decided enough is enough. We’ll never burn a fraction of the stockpile and there’s literally no room for anything else so…

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He’s letting go of the birch, apple, poplar, maple and pear.

And with the current cost of firewood? He let it go at a very reasonable price.

In no time at all, a couple showed up with their truck and started loading.

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It was an 8 foot bed and they were sure they could fit it all.

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But a second trip was required.

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And when the wife saw we had a tree full of crabapples behind the shed? She asked if she could harvest some for jelly.

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Everyone was happy.

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The local couple could fill their wood stove cheaply.

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And we could finally see the interior walls of our shed.

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Which after 23 unseen and untouched years, are going to need some serious work.

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News you can’t use

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Let’s dive into the absurd, shall we?

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Sounds like someone needs a giant Tums.

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Sure. Let’s piss off the artificial intelligence… no harm can come from that.

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This headline is from Connecticut where the slogan is, “If you can’t beat ‘em, eat ‘em”.

In case you’re wondering, they’re talking about green crabs.

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Thankfully I didn’t get one, because I’m pretty sure I’m still alive.

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As one does.

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That’s a mental picture I may have trouble getting rid of.

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I wouldn’t think this requires an article, but clearly I’m wrong.

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I’m confused.

Is the appropriate response to this I’m sorry… or congratulations?

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Let’s play.

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With turkey day right around the corner, a holiday themed question seems in order.

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For me, it’s Ambrosia Salad hands down.

My late MIL loved the stuff and brought it to every family dinner, even though she was the only one who ate that monstrous combination of flavors.

How about you?

What dish isn’t welcome at your holiday table….

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Bite me Fed Ex.

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My husband flew to North Carolina last month. He traveled solo as the reason for the trip was a Marine Corps reunion of sorts…. and sorry, but I’ve been there, done that, have no desire to do it every two years. I certainly don’t begrudge him the time with his fellow Devil Dogs but we both know he has a better time without me standing around looking bored and checking my watch every 20 minutes.

Anyhoo… he spent a week there and it should come as no surprise to any of my loyal readers that some of that time was spent antique shopping.

What did surprise me was the fact he found the one particular item I’ve been searching for since we turned our barn into a man cave extraordinaire five years ago.

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An antique wall phone!

Oh, I’ve seen them up here, but they’re either in terrible shape, ridiculously expensive or remodeled to modern standards.

The one he found in Wilmington, N,C. was perfect.

From the early 1900’s, in amazing shape with original hardware, a cord that wasn’t frayed and operational crank and ringer.

Score!

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The husband called me immediately, texted pictures and said he’d talked the owner down from $295 to $265… a decent price. Naturally I wanted it and knowing he’d have to ship it home, he bought it quickly and headed to the Fed Ex down the road before they closed.

It was late Friday afternoon and he was flying home the next day. We knew it would be pricey to pack and ship, but figured paying another hundred or so was worth it.

Needless to say we miscalculated slightly.

Packing was $66. Understandable as it was an awkward and fragile item and the husband happily agreed. But when the clerk rang up the shipping cost at $610? My guy almost had a heart attack.

$610 to mail a box! Is it me, or is that completely insane?

Husband took the packed box and vowed he’d bring it on the plane with him the next day even if he had to buy it a separate seat. Which ironically, would be cheaper.

Oh, and here’s another question – have any of you run into the “convenience fee” stores are charging now if you use a credit card instead of cash?

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We haven’t seen it in Maine yet, but North Carolina is clearly on board.

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Maps.

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They’re not just for navigation anymore.

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My sincere sympathies to the women of Thailand.

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Did I read this wrong, or does my state have the most QTips and old codgers?

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Minus 70?

Damn!

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The only speeding ticket I ever received was in the south, so I can’t disagree.

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The fact that DC ranks first says there’s even more pork barrel spending than we thought.

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Maine has one. Susan Alford, whose father owned Dexter Shoes.

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Clearly the Northeast knows bagels.

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News you can’t use.

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The not so newsworthy news.

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It was only a matter of time.

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I hate when that happens.

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I’m going to go out on a limb and say don’t eat zucchini.

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Yes, they ate the liver. But did they serve it with fava beans and a good Chianti?

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Buy a banana?

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It’s literally impossible for me to care less what any of the Kardashians do. Or wear.

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A toilet paper orgasm.

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These pictures popped up in my Facebook memories the other day and I just have to share.

Years ago we took in a stray cat and named him Huffington. He was a beautiful boy,… loving, gentle but spirited and boy, did he love to play.

Sadly he was only with us two years before he was run over by a car and killed in front of our house. It completely wreaked me and is why our current royal feline walks on a leash.

But back to the pictures…

One day I heard a noise in the house. It was intermittent scratching and thuds. Tracing it back to our spare bathroom, I flipped on the lights and found this –

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Huffington had found an open toilet paper package.

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And yes, he enjoyed it.

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A little too much.

When I tried to clean up the mess and take it away from him?

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He didn’t want to let go.

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Man, I miss that little guy.

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